Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
He played with my vagina like it was a turntable
Please come to History lecture. The kid two seats over is belligerently drunk.
Like if god were to send me a cock shot, that's what it would look like.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
Every time I think about it I can feel His toe in my mouth and I gag, I'm scarred for life.
Why am I always the sober one?
Cause you're the only one with any sort of self control. It's kinda your super power...
Your grammar in that last text message was so awful.. My vagina wants to go crawl in a hole, and never speak to you again.
This is the beginning of the end. Testicle Tuesdays and free ball Friday are going to scar people for life
Dude that picute of your balls will haunt my nightmares
I had to hose off vomit off my driveway at 9 am.....so hot
I believe you can. But if you can have rum with breakfast then do that. Definitely do that.
she was sitting with her tits completely out.. on the kitchen floor..eating pickles by the handful... rapping mac dre... and then lit up a cig and continued...that drunk
I'll give you another blowjob if you bring me some cake.
lord you gonna make me abandon my soup for tasteful catboy nudes
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